We cannot share the rose without its thorns. Remembered fragrance lures, and we forget The stinging wounds that fill us with regret. Drink deeply of the beauty that adorns Your garden; seek the modest violet. We cannot share the rose without its thorns. Remembered fragrance lures, and we forget. Time will repair your grief, and other morns Will bring you solace, and the mignonette Shall bloom for you while lashes still are wet. We cannot share the rose without its thorns. Remembered fragrance lures, and we forget The stinging wounds that fill us with regret. |